Page 82 of Heir to His Court

That. . .definitely wasn't Raniel. Raniel was civilized, urbane. But then, I'd never fucked him, so I had no idea how he was with a claimed lover. Itriedto panic, but I was too far gone.

I lifted my hips, my mind shredding with need, layers peeling down to a core of nothing but desire for Raniel. The core thatwasnothing but desire for Raniel. He continued his slow, crazy making pace. Withdrawing, easing in again.

“Raniel, stop teasing me.”

He kissed my throat, and slid a second finger into me, the fingers working in tandem to stretch me open, as if I was afraid of a little discomfort from my first penetration by cock. “I am not teasing you. If I don't prepare you, you might bleed. Or do you want to bleed for me, my halfling?”

“Yes,” I said, the word a hiss. “Yes.Please.Make me come. Make me scream. Make me bleed.”

He froze, his pupils swallowing the remaining color in his eyes. His lips drew up over his teeth, displaying fangs, and when he shifted his hips I thought he was going to tear into my pussy while he tore into my throat.

Yes, yes, yes, please.

My Lord, my Prince.

I seized his mind.

Takemebleedmefuckmeruinme.

Hitmespankmechokemebreakme.

Takeme—

He seized his mind back.

Raniel closed his eyes, chest rising and falling on short, rapid gasps. “Aerinne,” he rasped after a long moment.

Darkan's voice. Disapproving, brusque. . .dark.

“If you do that again I will not hold myself responsible for what I do to you.” He opened his eyes, pinned me. “Do you understand? Do not play that game with me. Not for another hundred years.”

“I'm sorry,” I said—then smiled, and cupped my breasts, lifting one to my lips. I flicked my tongue out, tasted him on my nipple.

He stared down at me. “So. You want me to unleash, hmm?” The question was a soft, malevolent drawl.

“Will you?”

Danger thrummed between us, violence hovering in the air. Then he shook his head. “No. Not tonight. I have not lived so long to be yanked around by my cock because a silly halfling girl exploring her sexuality knows not what she taunts.” He lowered his head, nipped my neck. “But I know, so I will be the responsible one.”

Really? I released my breasts and ran my hands up and down the tense muscles of his back. “I think I want to play with Renaud.”

He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips into the air, shoved my thighs open and plunged inside me.

I screamed. Pain, fullness, the sensation so foreign the only word that came to mind was invasion.

He invaded.

It happened in three seconds, faster than it took to draw a startled breath.

Fingers tangled in my hair, my conqueror yanking my head back as he withdrew, plunged back in to the hilt, groin grinding against my ass. No kindness. No mercy.

“So. You. Want. Me. To.Unleash, little girl?” His body draped over mine and I couldn't move. He pinned me with laughable ease, mocking the label warrior that I'd taken for myself. “Are you certain? Are. You.Sure?”

“Raniel.”

I wasn't frightened, not precisely, but he'd flipped an internal switch with no warning. I ached between my thighs, his cock lodged in me and going nowhere unless he wished it, his chest against my back and his hair falling across my shoulders and face, covering my shaking hands and mingling with my curls. I gripped the joined strands, gripped the sheets.

I felt like nothing. Like meat. Like a feast for him to devour with no regard for my cries.

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